The Beginning Of All Sins

Tyler slipped on his coat, buttoning it up while Naomi's question caught his attention. "Isn't she at the Harris residence? Where else would she be?" "She's nearly five months pregnant now, but I have no idea how she's doing. She doesn't respond to my texts anymore," Naomi lamented.

"She's fine, don't worry," Tyler assured her.

Without understanding why, Naomi felt a chill from his response. She studied him carefully.

Tyler's figure towered over her as he stood before her and said, "I'm heading to the airport. Anything else?"

Naomi realized he was ready to leave and board his flight. She closed his suitcase with a smile. "Alright, have a safe trip."

Grabbing his suitcase, Tyler gave a curt farewell before leaving.

Suddenly, Naomi blurted out, "Can I have a hug, Tyler?"

Her nerves were evident as she made the request, desperation filling her eyes.

It had been ages since they embraced. Naomi couldn't recall the last time they did.

Tyler's flat gaze met hers upon hearing the request, his demeanor still distant. 'Can we ever mend this?' Naomi wondered sadly.

Driven by impulse, she continued, "Are you still unwilling to forgive me, Tyler?" Tears welled up, but she forced a smile, attempting to conceal her sorrow.

"What are you talking about? I've moved on," he replied bluntly.

Naomi persisted, "Then can you hug me?" appeared helpless, adding,

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She managed a strained smile.

Finally, Tyler approached, enveloping her in his arms. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Naomi buried her face in his chest, tears streaming down. She felt fragile.

As Tyler embraced her, his words

stung. "I've moved on, so let's not et

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Naomi. No one has the time to cater to your sensitivity."

Though in his embrace, his words wounded her deeply.

This was not the Tyler she knew from before.

A solitary tear rolled down Naomi's cheek, her eyes opening to the reality of their divide.

An invisible barrier stood between them, a reminder of what once was but could never be again.

After a brief embrace, Tyler said, "I have to go now. Take care."

Releasing her abruptly, he left Naomi standing there, devoid of warmth or intimacy.

He lingered for a moment, his

fixed on her, before handing his

suitcase to his other secre

Camilla Dwight, and exiting the ward.

As Naomi watched him leave, she felt a void in her heart, as if it were slowly deflating.

Just as Tyler reached the door, his phone rang once more.

Uncertain, Camilla reminded him, "It's Ms. Ana calling, sir."